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Time passed in the blink of an eye.
A full month had gone by since the Great Battle of the Gods of Destruction in the World of Void.
During that clash, the Gods of Destruction from every universe had witnessed Beerus's true strength.
Especially in the angels' evaluations, Beerus had already reached the absolute limit of the God of Destruction tier.
To break through further would mean stepping into the realm of a half-step Angel.
Half-step Angel.
Anything associated with the word "Angel" was, without exception, terrifying.
When facing Beerus at such a level, the Gods of Destruction of the other universes all felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
However
They were Gods of Destruction.
Each of them was the greatest genius of their own universe,
each one having endured countless hardships to reach this position.
The words "admit defeat" would never appear in their vocabularies!
And so
Over the course of this month, after returning to their respective universes, the Gods of Destruction not only resumed their own cultivation, but also began training their candidate Gods of Destruction with even greater intensity.
After all—
If they wanted to defeat Beerus even once in the near future,
their only hope lay in the Candidate God of Destruction Grand Battle five years from now.
At the same time, within the World of Void.
Although nearly all the Gods of Destruction had left after the great battle a month ago—
Five figures still remained.
They were Beerus, Champa, Whis, Little Broly, and Vados.
"Damn it, Beerus! You're the one who smashed the arena—so why am I the one helping you rebuild it?!"
Champa panted heavily as he forced the final block of Kachin Steel into the ground, then collapsed straight onto the floor.
"You dare say you weren't involved in destroying it at all?"
Beerus grabbed Champa by the head and lifted him into the air, the two rising together.
The instant they took flight, Whis and Vados exchanged a glance above them and rapidly waved their staffs.
Two beams of silver light blossomed within the World of Void.
In just a moment, the arena was reborn—
forests, snow-capped peaks, deserts, magma fields, oceans…
"I was involved?"
Champa broke free from Beerus's grip and snapped angrily,
"I only damaged a tiny bit. Compared to you, that's nothing!"
"If you were involved, then that's enough. Why so much nonsense?!"
"..."
Champa was so furious he wanted to hit someone.
"What? You look like you've suffered a loss—don't tell me you don't want the quota anymore?"
Beerus grinned maliciously.
"I want it! I want it!!"
Champa knew exactly what Beerus meant.
A quota exempt from punishment in the Candidate God of Destruction Grand Battle.
In that battle, only Beerus had the authority to promise such a thing.
"Good brother, I'm counting on you this time!"
Champa immediately put on a flattering smile, flying behind Beerus and massaging his shoulders.
Vados was speechless.
Her God of Destruction looked like a complete lackey.
"By the way, Lord Beerus—what level has Gran reached now?"
Vados narrowed her eyes slightly.
After the Gods of Destruction meeting ended, she and Champa had visited Universe Seven once.
At that time, Gran's dimensional cultivation had already reached a level just as terrifying as Beerus's—
both standing at the peak divine dimension.
In terms of raw power, when Gran sparred with Champa back then, he could reach the first tier of the Divine Realm at full strength, and his body instinct had broken through to the third tier during that fight.
Given Gran's talent, after five years, his improvement should be even greater.
Hearing Vados's question, Champa's hands froze mid–shoulder rub, his ears perking up.
"Dead fat pig, don't stop."
"Ah? O–okay…"
The chubby Champa didn't dare talk back to Beerus.
Beerus wore a satisfied smile.
In all these years, this was the first time Champa had been this obedient.
It felt amazing.
"Gran's current strength… I'm not entirely sure either."
Beerus propped his chin up, frowning thoughtfully.
"When I was summoned by the Grand Priest back then, Gran had only just come out of the Time Chamber…"
Beerus explained Gran's situation in detail.
When he finished, Champa's hands stopped again. His eyes went wide.
"You're saying Gran came out of the Time Chamber early?"
Using the Time Chamber was an unspoken rule among all Gods of Destruction.
Even Champa did the same.
But with so much time left before the Candidate God of Destruction Battle, why would Gran leave so soon?
"Could it be that Gran's lifespan isn't enough—"
Champa shook his head violently.
"No, that's impossible. Gran already became a god long ago, and even his dimensional level matches yours. How could his lifespan be insufficient?"
"That's enough."
Seeing Champa rambling nonstop, Beerus pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You already know Gran's situation. Being able to cultivate in the Time Chamber for over three hundred years is terrifying enough!"
As Beerus spoke—
Both Champa and Vados fell silent.
Because he was right.
Back then, Gran had trained for barely over ten years, yet already possessed such frightening strength.
Now, with more than three hundred additional years—
Even if someone claimed Gran had reached Beerus's current level, neither Champa nor Vados would find it unbelievable.
"The arena's finished now. Do you want to come back to Universe Seven with me and take a look at Gran?"
Beerus spoke again.
"That kid should've returned to the Supreme Kai Realm by now."
Champa and Vados exchanged glances, then both nodded.
To Champa, Gran represented his chance to avoid punishment.
To Vados, Gran was the most terrifying, most gifted existence she had ever seen—
otherwise, she wouldn't have once considered stealing him away.
She was very curious to see just how far that little monster had grown.
"Then let's go."
Seeing both of them nod, Beerus glanced at Whis.
Whis immediately took out a Universal Travel Cube. Once everyone entered, he activated it.
As the cube moved toward Universe Seven, the voices of Beerus and Champa echoed inside.
"By the way, you dead fat pig—what level is your Universe Six candidate?"
"Why are you asking that?"
"What else? I just want to understand your candidate's strength. Don't tell me you picked some weakling who'll drag Gran down!"
"Relax. If it's a fair, head-on fight, he might not be the strongest—but when it comes to survival ability, I guarantee he's the best among all candidates."
"Oh? That confident? What can he do?"
"Well… there's no harm telling you. Let me explain his ability—he can manipulate time…"
"What?!"
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END OF CHAPTER
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